Parenting never gets easier. You don’t ever magically get a break or fewer struggles—you just get used to it. Packing a snack bag becomes second nature. The sunscreen, the diaper changes, the extra set of clothes, the cleaning epic messes all becomes as natural as brushing your teeth. Every difficult phase you overcome is replaced with a new, different one. It never gets easier. You just adapt.
Thanks for all the thoughts, prayers and good ju ju you sent my way over the weekend.
Long story short, after my miscarriage I was told that my pregnancy wasn’t normal and they needed to run some tests to insure that I didn’t have cancer.
Thankfully, my results were fine. Now I need weekly blood tests to make sure that the levels of hcg in my blood continue to drop. Once my doctor is happy with my levels, we’ll be able to try for another baby.
It was a scary few days, but we got the best news we could have gotten.
Thanks again for all the kind words. Now it’s time for me decide whether or not I want to run a half marathon this spring!
I had a miscarriage two weeks ago. It sucked, but I walked away thinking, this sucks, but this happens to lots of people, and I am so blessed to have an awesome toddler, a loving husband and such great friends and family. My doctor told that we can can try again next month and that everything will be okay.
We’ll get through this and it’ll be okay.
I went to my two week check up today, and everything isn’t as okay as we thought.
They needed to run more tests and I get the results on Monday. Best case scenario is, we wait a few months have lots of testing, and then try again for another baby. Worst case… Well, I’m not ready to go there yet.
Please send your prayers, happy thoughts, good ju ju and whatever else you believe in this way this weekend.
Until then, my little family is going to enjoy our next two days together, and I am going to love just how okay are lives are.
You would think if someone had a miscarriage and had been to the hospital twice and their doctor’s office once since it happened, the doctor’s office would not call to remind them that they had an ultrasound scheduled for tomorrow, right?
I’m sitting by the window in my pajamas staring out at the street waiting for pizza to get here. I’ve been sitting here for the past 45 minutes. In hindsight it would have been a lot easier to just throw on jeans and drive the 5 minutes up the street and pick it up myself. Then I wouldn’t have to have to be awkward while trying to figure out what to tip either.